I just spent the better part of an hour reading this whole thread. It was quite a ride.
The argument you present is why I pushed it back on all of you. Because, in the end, each of you has a decision to make about how you'd like to treat other people. You can make that decision on your own. You should make that decision on your own. Our not explicitly banning it doesn't mean you can dismiss the need to make the decision for yourself.
How do you want to treat your fellow gamers?
For my part? I can't discuss JKR at all here on ENWorld because I'll get (rightly) kicked out in less than a week.
Her stance on trans people is no secret, so I assume that her fans have heard all about it and are fine with it--certainly fine enough to keep giving their time and money to her, anyway. But that makes them sound monstrous, so they write excuses about "art" instead and try to change the subject, and
that makes me blow a fuse. I get angry, I start rant-posting, and before I know it I'm swimming in red text and wondering why I can't log in. I think it's best that I just avoid the topic completely.
But before I do, I wanted to share a story with everyone about Harry Potter and what JKR's work means to me.
Years ago, when "The Deathly Hallows" was released, I had pre-ordered a copy from Powell's. So at midnight, I went to that bookstore, picked up my copy, and immediately started reading it on my way home. I was finished with it shortly before dawn, and I had to work in 2 hours. (I regret nothing.)
After finishing the book, I thought about what to do with my copy, especially since it was now sold out. On a whim, I decided I would donate it to the children's ward at the large hilltop hospital that overlooks downtown Portland. I work nearby, it wouldn't be a problem for me to just swing by on my way to work.
I called the hospital from the bus, and asked about how to donate a book. At first the lady I spoke to said "no," but when I mentioned the title of the book she changed her tune. See, the kids in the cancer ward are
very sick, some of them have no immune system at all thanks to the ravages of chemotherapy, and they cannot accept visitors or gifts of any kind without extreme caution. And many of these kids were worried that one of their brothers or sisters would spoil the book for them before they finished treatment and could read it for themselves...this was
an extremely highly anticipated book for kids, you see.
So the receptionist made an exception, and together we made arrangements. I brought the book in, an orderly collected it, they ran it through the x-ray machine a couple of times to sterilize it, and then they would have a volunteer read it to the children over the intercom into their rooms every night. I went home, and didn't think much more about it.
About a month later, I got a special delivery from the hospital. The orderly gave me a huge thank-you card that the kids in the hospital had all made for me, from an entire folded sheet of posterboard. Dozens of kids had drawn hearts, magic wands, the Deathly Hallows symbol, wizard glasses, and rainbows all over it, and had written little messages to me thanking me for my generosity and inviting me to write back.
It's one of my most treasured possessions. And I will go to my grave absolutely
furious with JK Rowing, for tarnishing it.